Sold

I squeezed the crystal glass in my hand until it shattered. I sat in the dim lighting of our living room. I sat in the same chair I’ve always sat in for the last 10 years. I always thought it was ugly, but my wife loved it and I thought it was comfortable. The sun was going down and my anger along with it. As time went by the sky got darker and the wind got colder. My rage was keeping me warm, but now I felt like a snuffed out candle. Suffocated and left to leave my grief whistling in the air.

I looked at the front door and I could already see friends and family lining up to give me their condolences. They would look at me with sad eyes and tell me stories to remind me of the laughter my wife brought to their lives, and yet I would look at them with pity. How sad it is that they only got to hear a key of her symphony, and I got to experience the entire piece. This house was also her masterpiece. Rooms with books and pictures on the wall, a kitchen that once fed guests till they were too full to speak, hallways where music would vibrate through those in it, and wooden floors where our feet would dance across till they couldn’t anymore. The most beautiful memories of my life, now being put up for sale. I tore up the foreclosure notice and threw it in the fire. It felt like I threw my wife along with it.